As Jiang Xiaorou moved up the divine bone altar, a red line appeared in the horizon far away. Following that, red clouds that stretched out several thousand kilometers came sweeping over. It dyed the sky above the vast lands blood red in color.
As the red clouds hung low, it was as if sticky blood would start to pour down to the ground at any moment.
In the vast lands of the Divine Wilderness, there was a woman with an unsurpassed beauty of a generation. She was watching this scene from afar.
This woman's looks were somewhat similar to Jiang Xiaorou's. It lacked the childlike air Jiang Xiaorou had, but that had been replaced by matureness and charm.
She was watching Jiang Xiaorou's every move and expression. She found it impossible to relax in her heart.
Throughout the endless years, the Desolate race had always been burdened by a mission that belonged to the Desolate race. However, their bloodline had slowly weakened ever since ancient times.
